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@jacarfanda i thought you would find this dumb and amusing happy birthdAAYYY (＝⌒▽⌒＝)

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Pairing: Chris/Darren Rating: PG-13 Word length: 213 

Summary: Chris posts a video and we find out how much Darren loves him.

for jac the birthday girl ❤

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“Darren?”

“Uh…”

The camera is inches away from a dozed off Darren, lying on their couch. There is drool in the corner of his mouth.

“How much do you love me?”

Darren is breathing steadily, his pliant mouth decorating the pillow under his disheveled curls. Chris gets momentary distracted by the pillow-soft apple of his left cheek.

“Dare? How much do you love me?”

Darren turns on his back, letting out a sigh.

“-‘ry much.”

“But how much?”

“Um?”

“How muuuuch?”

“More than- more than…”

Darren lets out a loud snore.

End of the video.

***

Darren walks into Chris’ office.

“You posted this?”

Darren sounds frustrated.

Chris grins.

“Did you sleep well?”

“Christopher Paul Colfer.”

“What, Darren Everett Criss?”

Chris’ smug expression makes Darren want to wipe it off with a kiss.

Darren sighs.

“I love you, you sneaky little bugger. But, for the record, I love sleep more. ”

He slides into Chris’ lap and wraps arms around his neck.

“Good. Because then we’d have a problem.”

“What?”

“I definitely love sleep more than you.”

“Ouch. Well, at least I wasn’t an asshole about it.”

Darren’s fingers slide through Chris’ hair at the nape of his neck.

“Fine. I love sleeping with you?”

“I love fucking with you, too.”

Chris slaps Darren’s arm.

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jacarfanda replied to your post “hsm much?”

*tweets this to chris* "hey are you the white kid from HSM? Love ya!!111"

*chris*

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guess the theme jac

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jacarfanda replied to your photo “crisscolfa yo (art by certaintendencies)”

ARE U TELLIN ME STH NAS

yea i'm telling u that they fuck

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for jac uwu

"Chris? Have you seen my silver ring?" Darren's shout comes from their bedroom.

"Shit," Chris shoots up from the couch and starts pacing, biting his lip, his eyes going wide around the room, as if searching for the solution.

"Shit, shit, shit..."

Chris knows exactly where Darren's ring is.

It's at Tiffany's.

Because Chris is an idiot who doesn't know his boyfriend's ring size. (One would think he would have learned during all these years.) That's why he took one of Darren's rings - the silver one because it was the closest in shape to the one he wanted to buy - to give it to the boutique to take measurements. It was going to take only a day; tomorrow morning Chris would have come back for it before going to work and Darren would have been as clueless as ever. It was a perfect plan, honestly. If only Chris would have taken into account this.

"No, I haven't! Maybe you can just wear the green one?" Chris pleads half-shouting, already halfway down the corridor to their bedroom.

"But it doesn't go with this outfit..."

Chris braces himself and walks into the room, mentally shaking off the nerves. Be calm.

He sees Darren looking down at his pants with a fallen face.

"Maybe you can change them?"

Darren looks at him strangely.

"You sure you haven't seen my ring?"

God, Chris can't do this. They don't lie to each other, notwithstanding the worth of the surprise. It's Darren's favorite ring, Chris can't break his heart, even until tomorrow.

Chris sights and rubs his face. "Yes, I have. Please... Just don't ask any more questions." He tries to make his eyes water a tiny bit, just for the effect.

Darren is still and silent. Chris sucks in a breath. Then slowly, Darren grins - first with his eyes, then with his teeth.

"Okay."

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